Chen Tao obediently took off the burial clothes, his face miserable, not daring to make a sound.
The thought of how badly he had embarrassed himself in his fright made Bai Heng grit his teeth in anger. "What were you thinking? Wearing burial clothes to summon a spirit? What spirit were you trying to summon?"
"But my uncle really is missing," Chen Tao said meekly.
"Is your uncle called Chen Datong?" Lin Shuguang suddenly asked.
Chen Tao froze, then nodded hesitantly. "Are you looking for him too?"
Lin Shuguang did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at him and asked, "How do you know he's missing?"
Chen Tao fell silent for a moment. Seeing this, Bai Heng shook his sword beside him. Chen Tao's eyelids twitched wildly, and he hurriedly said, "A while ago, I heard what happened to my uncle and rushed back from out of town. I didn't expect my aunt to take it so hard and follow him in death. I was just going to burn some paper offerings and leave, but..." He swallowed and stopped.
"But what?" Bai Heng urged.
Chen Tao said quietly, "But that night, I think I saw my uncle... He was heading up the mountain, and I think he was wearing burial clothes... I wanted to follow him, but I was scared, so I hurried back. A couple of days later, I heard someone in the neighborhood say they'd seen my uncle return to his shop at night... That made me feel even more certain I hadn't mistaken him that day.
"It really was my uncle heading up this mountain! But I didn't dare come here at night back then. Wasn't this obviously a haunting? So I found a fortune teller by the bridge. He told me my uncle hadn't passed